Yogyakarta is different than any other city I visited in Java. The colors on the walls, the nice smell coming from every warung (these kind of small restaurants opened on the street where you can serve yourself succulent Nasi Goreng for few bills), the noise of the busy traffic, the smily people, the chicken on the road…
If you are a bit into street art, or just interested by how a country like Indonesia (and particularly Java) see graffiti and painted walls, I would suggest you to have a look on what’s going on in Yogyakarta.
It took me twenty minutes to guess that Vento was from Mongolia. If I’ve learned something during my trip is that you always can be surprised by the nationality of people. An accent or the color of the skin, the shape of the face or the way people dress themself up doesn’t mean anything and most of the time travelers have influences from everywhere.
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And girls will be girls. But sometimes girls can act like most of people think boys should act. And it’s fine, because when you travel – and in the everyday life too, of course – gender should not be a problem to realize your dream, whatever the shape it takes.
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Early morning, Vento woke me up at sunrise. She drove me to the first floor to grab a quick but huge breakfast and she dragged me to the bus station. It was hard to follow her as she is a two meters long legged girl, and I’m more the 30 centimeters kind…
I was a bit sad to leave Thailand. In the end, I spent a lot of time in this country and I started to understand the culture and thai people. Well… At least few of them!
Traveling from a point to another was easy in this part of the world and I started to get the references and know how to react to all kind of situations.
But I had to move on cause my heart was still starving for adventures and the road kept calling my name. Paolo Cohelo, my guide, said: “If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine; it is lethal”. It could seems pretentious or completely out of note but when you are stuck on an island for about a week, things start to feel a bit repetitive and you can “suffer” from routine. Your feet usually start getting itchy and your back missing a weight that only your faithful backpack could fill.
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I’m not proud about it, but I nearly miss my correspondent flight in Singapore Airport because I was too busy exploring the different corners of this amazing place.
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First, I’ve heard her voice. The accent transported me straight back in London.
Then I saw her. A little ray of sunshine, a little jumpy fresh girl with a smile big as the ocean. She looked like a great human.
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I decided to stay in Koh Tao for my last week in Thailand so I haven’t been able to visit the two other famous islands of the East coast. However, I scheduled a last and ultime stop in Koh Samui to spend the night, before my flight to Indonesia.
It’s the start of the monsoon in South Thailand and the heavy stormy afternoon are slowly replacing the nice sunny one.
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 